World, I'm writing you this letterAnd I'm not the kind of guyWho likes to complain but this morningPrivate Grover Henson really felt forgottenAnd you couldn't have picked a worse timeTo drop that lonely morning rain

There's mail call again this morning andI just disappeared from the end of the lineI guess you'd say, I've run out of excusesAbout those lost letters of mine

Did you know that last year's income taxWas the only mail I've gotten, that's rightAnd they said I still owed a hundred bucksAnd Grover Henson feels forgotten

(Grover Henson feels forgotten)

So, I wrote myself a letterMmm hmm, are you ready for meYes, I did, and I must have read itTo just about everyone

I signed it, your loving mother andI addressed it to her favorite sonBut God knows I've never known herAnd I've never known her love

The only dad I ever hadWas my father up aboveAnd, world, Grover Henson feelsForgotten in this early morning rain

World, if my time should come tomorrowCould I ask one thing of youWould you send me one little letter, worldIf it's not too much to do

And could you have itRead to me by a choirI'd hear it wherever I lie

And Grover HensonWouldn't feel forgottenIf his time should come to die